Ivory Coast lyrics

For 24 hours on the Ivory Coast,
They release soldiers from their post,
They dedicate champagne, for a toast,
They pay dividends to the country`s host.

They said, `Tonight, you can leave your home,
But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it`s gonna be the way of the gun`,
And the curfew, won`t allw you to roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes `round your door....

Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooooh ohhh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Wohhhh ohh ohh!)

I`ll shoot ya down, right on sight,
If you`re out at the wrong time of night,
And in a civil war, there`s no civil rights,
In the dead of day, run for your life.

They said, `Tonight, you can leave your home,
And tomorrow, it`s gonna be the way of the gun`,
And the curfew, won`t let you roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes `round your door....

Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooooh ohhh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Wohhhh ohh ohh!)

And the trenches are dug,
And the bones ain`t too shiver,
The tastes of war, so cold and bitter,
And the human race is the face of the killer,
And the cost of life is rarely considered.

They said, `Tonight, you can leave your home,
But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it`s gonna be the way of the gun`,
And the curfew, won`t let you roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes `round your door....

Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Who is the kil